At times your life will show itself
arriving in the dancing sunlight,
landing with a soft stirring of air.
Those first lines
now forgotten,
hidden in the blinding green,
lost in the flurry of life’s business…
They were flying in every direction. In pairs and threes, groups of five or more. They go every which way, crossing paths, splitting off, groups coming together, parting and patterning the sky.
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There is more here than can be grasped in two hands,
a world too large to throw our arms around…
I read a question today—how much will you give to get what you want? Will you miss the beauty of the simple summer sky, the abundant perfume of roses clamouring for your attention, and the song of a nearby friend?
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This morning I
walked in the rain, bleary eyed,
startled a feeding hawk
tore the palm of my hand…
Go early.
Flush blackbirds from hedges,
let the cat find warm trails
of hedgehog, pukeko,
quail…
This is not a nothing day.
The pines are whistling,
cypress trunks squeaking in the wind,
cicadas have started to sing…